View from the terrace of the family's Brooklyn Heights apartment

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


Rattling to April’s winding horns
          Intense, moribund
there is no release
          no letting go
for these few brittle leaves 
no sudden tumble to oblivion
Grief and love have fallen
          petal by petal
while these grotesques hang shaken
          by another season’s turning
implausible among the small new greening
the groping tendril, the thickening vine.

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